Abby's POV
last-minute preparations. I’m staring at my suitcase, wondering if I’ve packed enough clothes for the next few weeks of touring. Rylan’s team has arranged everything, so all I need to do is show up, look presentable, and make sure I’m not late. Easy enough, right?
As I finish packing, Roxie barges in without knocking, as usual, and flops down on my bed like she owns the place.
“So, the big day is here,” she says, propping herself up on one elbow. “Ready to survive the tour with Rylan?”
I roll my eyes, trying to fold a shirt neatly. “I’m not worried about Rylan.”
“Uh-huh,” she grins. “Sure, you’re not. You know, I’m really looking forward to seeing how long it takes before you two end up in some ridiculous public argument. I’m putting my money on day three.”
“Please,” I reply, trying to keep a straight face. “We’ll just ignore each other like normal. No big deal.”
Roxie raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, because that’s totally how it’s going to go. Look, just take care of yourself, okay? And don’t let Mr. Ego get in your head. If you need an escape route, you’ve got my number.”
I chuckle despite myself. “Thanks for the pep talk, Roxie. I’ll be fine.”
Roxie gives me a sly look. “Oh, and one more thing. If Rylan gets all ‘I'm a rockstar, listen to me’ on you, remind him that he is the one who’s lucky to have you there, not the other way around.”
“Got it.” I roll my eyes, but her advice sticks with me.
As I zip up my suitcase, I hear a knock on the door. It swings open, and there he is—Rylan, looking way too relaxed for someone who’s about to embark on a tour.
“You ready, Abby? The driver’s waiting downstairs.”
I glance at Roxie, who gives me an exaggerated wink before slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I’ll let you two have your fun. And don’t forget, Abby—you’re the only one who can keep Rylan from totally losing his mind out there.”
“Thanks, Roxie. You’re the best,” I say, though I can’t help but feel a little skeptical about that part of her advice.
Rylan leans against the doorframe, smirking. “What’s she saying now? Trying to give you the ‘talk’ about how to handle me?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Something like that.”
“Great.” He rolls his eyes. “If she only knew how annoying it is when people try to ‘keep me in check.’ I’m not that bad.”
“Really? Because from where I’m standing, you’re exactly that bad,” I tease, grabbing my bag.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Yeah, I guess I do have a bit of an ego. But don’t worry, Abby—I’m sure I’ll charm you by the end of this.”
“I’ll be sure to try and resist,” I quip, grabbing my things and heading out the door.
Roxie gives me one last wave before I follow Rylan out, and we head downstairs to the car. As we settle into the vehicle, I can’t help but notice how Rylan’s too comfortable with the whole ‘celebrity’ thing. He doesn’t even seem to be fazed by the fact that we’re about to spend weeks together on a tour bus.
“I hope you’re prepared for total chaos,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “It’s not all glitz and glam, you know. But I guess that’s why I have you.”
I glance at him, my eyebrow raised. “Why do you keep saying that like it’s a compliment?”
“It’s not just a compliment,” he replies, his voice playful. “It’s a fact. You’re going to be my right hand out there—keeping everything running smoothly.”
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General FictionA highly reputed singer fells in love with his makeup artist, it's kind of enemies to lovers trope, and also it's a kind of fanfiction. The story majorly deals with conflict between heart and mind.
